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  This fancy paper is too narrow and I am not used to Rita's portable.
  Being married is not an easy job when you are not used to it.   I got me the only girl I was ever in love with and I don't have to waste words telling you about her because you can see very clearly.  But there isn't any easy way to bring order out of the chaos of things.  We are doing things as much as we can when we can to make the schoolhouse over into what we want.  But there is little time and little money.  We did a lot last summer but there is still so damn much to be done.
  We have to live with Rita's mother near the northern most border of the city -- a long bus and subway ride away from our jobs.  The old girl has passed 70 and I suspect is far stronger than her daughter and healthier.  I get along with her as well as I do with anybody but she is hard on Rita.   We are hanging onto my old apartment on 53rd but we are only able to use it as a resting place to catch our breath before the long haul home.
   Between the job, the subway, sleep and many duties and distractions we are not finding too much time to live.  The few friends we have here, we seldom see and as you know we never find time to write to anybody.
   I have a large pocketful of letters now that I would like to answer.  It's Sunday but there is a big hole in it already.  Maybe I beter [sic] turn to some other worthy, patient and long suffering friends and surpise [sic] hell out of them.
  Our very best to you both and may our trails all cross again sometime soon.

the Surde [pencil in left margin: V. Lamson] [handwritten note at end of typed letter] Can you tell me a good book to refresh myself on how to present stuff for publication etc etc Its been many years since I tried and I didnt know much then